Page 60 of House of Crimson Kisses
I do. I give her everything, starting with her clit, rubbing gentle circles and rhythmic brushing motions over and over until she’s on my lips with a bruising kiss against my mouth.
My fingers find her entrance. She’s soaked. I ache to taste her. I bring a second finger to her hole and push both in at once.
She groans against me, into me.
She sucks my tongue into her mouth, holding me in place, giggling until I pull away and free myself.
“Dirty little blood sluts who misbehave like that, who think they’re in control, get punished,” I say.
“Yeah?” she says, her eyes fluttering under her lashes, and then sucks my lip into her mouth and bites down.
I hiss as her increasingly sharp teeth make little puncture wounds, and she practically comes from the taste of my liquid iron spilling into her mouth.
“Red, I’m warning you. Continue to be a brat and I will punish you.”
She bites harder. Sinking her teeth in deep enough I stagger back, nearly taking us both out as I slip on the desiccating heart and stumble over the arm Red dropped.
She laughs as she releases me and draws a long lick over the wound on my chin. It’s already healed, though.
She giggles into another kiss and grips hold of me as I try to right myself.
Eventually, I’m on steady feet and speed us out of the dungeon. As the door swings shut behind us, I recognise we probably shouldn’t have been fucking next to a tortured vampire carcass anyway.
But then again, that’s the price to pay for touching what is mine.
I rush her up to my office and shut the door on Frank, shouting at him not to let us be disturbed.
“Clothes off,” I say as I race around my office desk and pull out the strap-on I used to fuck her last time we were in the club.
I pull the office wall curtains open, knowing damn well that the club goers are about to see her pretty pink pussy pushed up against the wall as I fuck her into oblivion.
“You know you’re not the only one who’s pissed off, Red. I have feelings too. There are things I can’t tell you that are fucking me up just as much.”
“Punish me then. Punish me the way I punished you.”
I stride over to her, buckling the straps, dildo in one hand, a knife in the other.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asks, her eyes glistening.
I bring the point of the blade under her chin, press it lightly. It only makes a slight depression in her skin.
“I am never letting you go, Red. I don’t care how angry you are with me. I will make you love me again.”
She drags her eyes away from mine. “You can’t make someone love you, Octavia, any more than you can control everything around you. That’s not how it works.”
I grit my teeth and drag the blade down the centre of her chest. It is sharp enough to slide through her clothes and shred them in one swift motion without touching her skin.
She gasps and leans into the pressure as her shirt pops open along with her sports bra.
I brush my hand along the clothing until I expose her nipple. The pink bud hardens in the air. I glance up, locking my eyes on hers.
“What are we doing?” she says.
“We’re fucking everything up,” I answer.
“Are we going to survive this?”
“I hope so, I really do. Because I can’t imagine a world where you aren’t mine. And I don’t think I’m willing to give you up, even if you try to leave me.”
